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Sasha’s lips brushed over the back of my neck as he whispered all the things he never said any other time, sweet words full of praise and love, in English. Always in English. Aside from the nickname, I noticed he never spoke Russian directly to me anymore.
He turned my face toward him, kissing me over my shoulder while he slid his finger in and out slowly. Gradually, he picked up the rhythm, encouraged by me pushing back against him. After a bit, a second finger joined the first. I exhaled a sharp breath, the burning renewed.
His hand stilled and he kissed my face in light, feathery kisses. It was sweet — and it irritated me. We’d gone over this. I wasn’t fragile. I wasn’t going to break. Iftheycouldn’t break me with all of their hate, there was no wayhewas going to break me with love.
I reached behind me and stroked his cock, making sure he wasn’t losing interest in what I was ultimately after. “Keep going.”
His lips parted. I could feel a protest on the tip of his tongue. Palming his balls, I massaged them for a moment and gave a not-so-subtle squeeze that made him gasp and then growl.
Shoving me forward onto my hands, he stepped on the outside of my feet, pausing again. When he lined his cock up with my hole, it was far more slippery than regular saliva. A second later, both a black piece of foil and a little blue packet drifted to the ground. Condom and lube. Good. That meant he wasn’t as against this as he was pretending to be, otherwise why the hell would he have those in his wallet?
I was one-hundred percent sure with my decision right up until his cock actually pushed into me. Then, I was mostly sure. With each second that passed, each millimeter he thrust deeper, that surety plummeted and the pain and anxiety skyrocketed. I tried to stop myself from trembling, just like I tried to breathe deeply.
The straw, the corn, Sasha.
The wind, the sun, Sasha.
Sasha, Sasha,Sasha.
Wrapping his arms around me, Sasha bent forward and propped his chin on my shoulder. His hips were flush with my ass, but he wasn’t moving at all. “Do you want me to stop?”
I shook my head, swallowing thickly. This was my idea and I was going to see it through, even if it was one of my worst decisions to date. He was right. We should have gone home, not attempted this in the middle of a damn corn maze, but I’d been too wrapped up in the moment and the thrill of doing it in a public space.
“No,” I managed to say, gripping his forearm with one hand while balancing with the other against the straw.
“Roan.”
“Sasha.” I flicked my hips, taking him in just that little bit more. I wanted this. Mentally, I wanted it. Emotionally, I wanted it. The physical part was as healed as it would ever be and needed to get with the fucking program.
It was either my stubbornness or the feeling of me pushing back against him, but he groaned instead of replying. Just like before with his fingers, he worked his cock in and out at a maddeningly slow pace. The burning subsided, as it always did, replaced by a fullness the blue dildo could never replicate. Feeling Sasha inside of me, hearing each little gasp he made, allowed me to finally relax and appreciate every stroke that hit the magical little spot inside.
He must have sensed the change in me, since he stood straight again and slid his hands down my back. One gripped my hip, while the other wrapped around my dick and jerked me off in tandem to his thrusts.
“God, I’ve fucking missed this,” I rasped, shifting my hips back to meet his, my fingers digging into the straw.
“Fuck, Roan. I’ve missedyou,” he said, his hips snapping faster, driving himself deeper. “You feel so fucking good.”
Steadily, we returned to the way we used to be, which was nothing short of euphoria. His fingers were great, the dildo was fine, but his cock? Out of this world. It hit me in all the right places, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
My throat was dry from the panting and the fact the corn maze felt like it was a thousand degrees in the sunlight. I’m sure the particles of dust drifting lazily through the late afternoon rays didn’t help, either.
“Oh, God, Sasha.” I swallowed hard, meeting each of his thrusts with my own, eagerly chasing my release. “I’m going to fucking come.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Don’t stop.” I pushed his hand away from my dick and braced against the straw bales. His cock fucking me, his hand stroking me. It was too much right now, a whirlwind of sensations bordering on overwhelming and I didn’t want anything to take away from this moment.
“Harder,” I said, each pass against my prostate like a jolt of electricity.
Complying with my request, he grabbed my hips with both hands and fucked me so hard I saw stars. The pressure in my lower abdomen built and built until it exploded. I couldn’t help but cry out as cum shot out of me in fucking waves.
Sasha clamped a hand over my mouth, muffling the rest of my moaning until he himself doubled over and bit my shoulder to keep himself quiet. One, or both, of us was shaking so hard I thought for sure we were going to collapse.
Nuzzling the back of my head, he pulled out carefully and took a step backward. I exhaled a slow, steadying breath and tucked my dick back into my jeans, making sure everything looked presentable. By the time I turned around, Sasha was also cleaned up, throwing away the trash from earlier in a rusty barrel.
I swaggered over to him and hooked my fingers in his belt, pulling him against me. “So was it worth the drive?”
Instead of answering, he kissed me, nipping my bottom lip with a wolfish grin. I wrapped my arm around his waist and shoved my hand into his back pocket again, squeezing his ass.
